Yesterday I went skating for the first time since March. I was nervous and excited with a side order of Oh My God What If I Suck.
Not only did I not completely suck, I could get down lower–I know this because of my innate athletic ability. Or because Hockey Skating Husband was all “you’re getting down lower.” Either/or. And then he said I actually sort of look like I know what I’m doing instead of just flailing about like that woman over there and then pointed to a woman slowly making her way around the ice by taking teeny tiny steps.
Then when I was skating the straight part of the ice trying to do the ‘C’ motion in my strides, I was sliding out on the flats of my blades. Which sounds awful but I can’t describe to you exactly what my feet are supposed to be doing except to say that my feet never did it. But the sliding out is good because it means I’m no longer on my inside edge when I’m supposed to be on my outside edge, instead I’m on the flat of my blade which means I’m that much closer to getting on my outside edges.
You’ll totally understand that if you speed skate. If not, just imagine me getting closer to doing something properly instead of being my usual gong show on ice.
It also means I still have a long way to go but today I shall go against my typical “do better” mentality and be positive and happy.
I know, it’s weird.
This could get ugly.
p.s. I wonder what it’s like to be a natural athlete and not have to fight for every single small gain I make?
p.p.s. You have no idea how much I now regret not wearing the stupid orthotic shoes my parents bought me when I was six to help my pigeon-toed-ness. But I was six. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?
p.p.p.s. This weekend I had to remind my boys about the dangers of riding bikes with scissors. And yet in our house, totally normal.